InsaneJournal

Who: Sam and Archer
What: Drinking
Where: The Juke Joint
When: June 23rd at 8 o'clock
Warnings: So very much whining. Archer is emo and proves to us all why scientists aren't allowed to talk to women.


After Isobel's impromptu visit, Archer was more than ready to meet Sam at the bar. He looked it up online, got directions, printed the directions, drew little notes on the directions, and obsessed over memorizing the directions. Essentially, he was distracting himself. He was trying to come up with every conceivable method possible to avoid having to think about the tears on Isobel's face or the panic that he had felt when she fainted. Every little stupid thing he could think of was a great barrier against the feelings he had to confront.

When it came time to meet Sam, he dressed simply in a plain T-shirt and jeans. Out of his lab coat and button-down shirts, he looked almost normal. He still had a gaunt look about him, and there were several conspicuous red marks on the inside of his left elbow where the nurses in the hospital had tried many times over to insert an IV. The shirt he wore left his elbow bare, showing the marks to the world, but he couldn't be bothered to care.

It was warm enough to not require a jacket, and so he simply locked his apartment and left, wearing just his shirt and pants for the walk to the dive bar. He repeated the directions in his head, fastidiously counting steps and land marks as if that would amount to something. Finally, he reached the horrid little place and went inside.

As it was a weekday, it wasn't crowded. He took a seat at a table, waving the waitress away and mentioning that he was waiting for someone first. Folding his hands, he looked down at the table, waiting for Sam to arrive.